Roesy_Moore

Kimberly Campbell, a beautiful and goal driven financial analyst, knew exactly what she wanted for herself, and a baby didn't make the list. 

It was a huge stray from the big plans, and the commitment a baby required, she was certain she could never afford. 

With no one to blame, there was only one victim — the stupid glasses of Vodka that had led her into the arms of a man, whose first name was all she knew. Nicholas. 


Nicholas Vice loved nothing more than being in charge of his own life and decisions. And he was more proud of the casual and mutually-beneficial relationships with little to no commitments he enjoyed. But disappointment came in shocking waves when his father gave an ultimatum to marry his favorite and soon-to-be promoted staff, or risk losing his inheritance.


Vexed and certain there was a ploy somewhere, Nicholas vowed to expose the gold digger who was trying to ruin his life. 


With determination in his heart, he took up his temp role at the head branch. But the unexpected twist occurs when Nicholas discovers that not only was his 'supposed bride' his one-night stand, she was also pregnant. 

Taking advantage of 'the' situation, he proposed a deal, the only one he believed would get him out of his father's ultimatum — a contract marriage. 


Marriage for a year in exchange for her pride and reputation.

Married To Mr. Vice

Grace stood in the doorway, her hand lingering on the knob as if it were a lifeline.

She hesitated, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her discomfort palpable.

Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding Mike's curious gaze. The air between them grew thick with unspoken tension.

"Hey, Mike," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. The hesitation in her tone made it clear she was struggling to find the right words. Her throat felt dry, and she swallowed hard, trying to gather the courage to continue. "Good to see you again."

"Same here," Mike said, staring at her without giving away his thoughts.

She moved closer, her steps slow and deliberate, as if each one required immense effort. Her fingers now fidgeted with the hem of her blouse, twisting the fabric into tiny knots. "Uhm, about earlier," she started and Mike raised an eyebrow.

Keep Her Secret